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I was sitting in the classroom |
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Trying to look intelligent |
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In case the teacher looked at me |
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She was long and she was lean |
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She's a middle-aged dream |
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And that lady means the whole world to me |
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It's a natural achievement |
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Conquering my homework |
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With her image pounding in my brain |
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She's an inspiration |
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For my graduation |
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And she helps to keep the classroom sane |
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Oh teacher I need you like a little child |
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You got something in you to drive a schoolboy wild |
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You give me education in the lovesick blues |
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Help me get straight come out and say |
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Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I, Teacher I need you |
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I have to write a letter |
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Tell about my feelings |
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Just to let her know the scene |
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Focus my attention |
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On some further education |
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In connection with the birdies and the bees |
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So I'm sitting in the classroom |
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I'm looking like a zombie |
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I'm waiting for the bell to ring |
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I've got John Wayne stances |
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I've got Erroll Flynn advances |
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And it doesn't mean a doggoned thing |
